Terrible Hands Songtext
von 12 Rods

(Alright, Bill, fuck it)

Don′t touch me with your terrible hands
You don't know me, still your terrible hands
Make all of which your little heart desires

You′re so-so, but you can't see
You're so-so, but you can′t see
Your terrible hands are keeping you from listening to me
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-S-T-S
Terrible hands can′t think for themselves

Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah

I was fine with everything up until
I read your catalog, bit my thrill
Super friends with colored lips
Make shitty diplomats


You're a girlfriend (No) a fucking fag
You′re a puppet in a masquerade
The funny looks on a sunny day
Is all I want to say to you
Except we don't owe you shit
Stay out of our business
What part of "fuck off" don′t you understand?

Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah

You're so-so, but you can′t see
You're so-so, but you can't see
Your terrible hands are keeping you from listening to me
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-S-T-S
Terrible hands can′t think for themselves

Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Terrible hands
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E-S-T-S
Terrible hands, terrible hands, yeah